We crossed the border just this afternoon into Chicken, Alaska. Population: 21 in the summer, 6 in the winter.
Our time in the Yukon Territory was just too short. Whitehorse and Dawson City, two gems in the wilderness will beckon me back, I'm sure. There's just too much to say about each (and everything in between) to write now, so I'll hopefully compose something coherent about them later and post it at my next hotspot. Who could've guessed a dirt-road town in the mountains on the Alaskan border (called Chicken, for heaven's sake, because its original settlers couldn't spell 'Ptarmigan') would have free wi-fi? This place doesn't even have power lines or a human waste management system; the restrooms are pit outhouses and all the electricity for the handful of businesses come from generators.
After exploring our camping options ($90 for the only cabin in the whole settlement or tent camping on the rain), we've decided to push on to Tok, where our road brings us back on to the Alaska Highway, which we left for Dawson City. There we face our next big decision: south to Anchorage and the Kenai, or north to Fairbanks and Denali? We'll hit 'em both eventually, but which do we want to do first?
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I would go as far north as possible and then hit both sets of places on the way down...give yourself something to look forward to.
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